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Roswell and his deputy are leaving the members only bar after a meeting with Prez. I know the town sheriff has been bringing his second man up to speed on how the department's relationship works with the club. Danny Foster isn’t an idiot, he’s worked under Roswell for enough years to know the score. But Roswell ain’t getting any younger, and it’s in everyone’s best interest that we keep our arrangement moving into the future. I nod my head at them as I pass them in the foyer. Danny’s a regular at the studio and has almost got a full body suit underneath the uniform he wears. He’s as professional as Roswell but he also knows how to kick back. He’s got high with me and Tac a few times after we’ve shut the shop.
Jessie and Troj arrive back from town about half an hour later, they look pacified so I assume they’ve just roughed someone up who's been dealing too close to our turf.
I’d worked with them with them on some of the names Rogue supplied us with a few months ago, but new ones keep popping up. I know that Rogue gave Skid a few more names last week, she’s good at that shit. I occasionally get a few leads from keeping my ear to the ground, but I never do as good as her.
The club is fixed on keeping our town clean. We’re no neighborhood fuckin’ watch, but the last thing we want here is trouble; with trouble come authorities, and we don’t want ATF or CIA sniffing around and getting in our business. The Bastards can have their dealers distribute on their own territory much as they want, but if they try pushing that shit on ours, their runners are gonna feel the consequences.
“Prospect, get over here.” Prez raises his hand, calling me over to where he’s sitting at the bar. There’re females everywhere tonight, the room already stinks of sex. Haven, current queen of club sluts, is positioned between Prez's legs, her massive tits already out on display. He’s having a conversation with Brax, the nomad who rode in a few months ago. Rumors are flying that he’s looking to patch into our Charter permanently and from what I’ve heard about him, he’d be a welcomed asset.
I head straight over. It’s been a while since I’ve given Prez a report back on Ella, not that there’s much to report back. Beside the fact she gets harder to resist every damn fucking day.
“How’s it goin’, kid?” Prez asks, holding up three fingers to the whore behind the bar. She fills up his glass, then Brax’s, and gets a fresh one for me. I’m about to head around and give her a hand. It’s busy and nothing pisses a brother off around here worse than having to wait on a drink.
“It’s good.” Prez slams his strong arm across my chest. “You been workin’ hard lately, you deserve to kick back for a few hours… You want Haven here to help you unwind?” he offers, moving his eyes onto the blonde that's sliding between his legs to the music.
No one can deny that Haven’s pretty. She wouldn’t look twice at a guy Prez’s age if he didn’t have the cut and the money. Prez is smart enough to know that too. But I’m sure he gives no fucks about that when she’s riding his cock.
“Thanks, Prez,” I nod gratefully, watching Haven’s eyes open wide. I don’t know if it’s out of shock or pleasure, but she sure ain’t disappointed. I haven’t fucked Haven before. Prez is picky about who he shares her with. Which makes it too much of an honor to refuse.
I down the drink that’s been poured for me, then let her take my hand and lead me out towards the foyer.
“You gotta be yanking my dick.” Squealer pulls his mouth away from the nipple he’s biting on as we pass him. “I’ve been wantin’ in on Haven for months.”
The bitch bouncing herself up and down on his lap slaps her hand hard across his cheek, and he growls back at her like a feral animal. His hands gripping at her hips and thrusting her deeper onto his cock. He snatches a fist full of her raven-colored hair and after using it to tilt her head back, shoots a mouthful of spit directly at her face. The girl responds by giggling at him darkly, then uses her palm to spread his saliva all over her skin, sucking her fingers clean when she’s done. His twin Screwy, sits beside him, unfazed as he passes him the spliff he’s been smoking. Squeal takes a long, deep toke and exhales it straight into his whore’s mouth.
Squealer likes ‘em a little tapped, and has a real knack for finding the psychotic ones.
“You ain’t never gonna make it into Haven, Squeal, not with hell waitin’ on ya for such a long time,” Prez calls out at him across the room before getting back into his conversation with Brax. Squealer holds out his hand for me to smack as I move on past him.
“Fill ya boots, kid,” he cackles like a hyena and gets straight back to business.
Haven keeps a firm hold of my hand, dragging me up the stairs, into one of the unoccupied rutting rooms. Turning me around, she forces me to sit on the edge of the bed and wriggles her way between my legs. I lift my head up to look at her. There’s got to be something fuckin’ wrong with me. She’s the hottest bitch the club’s got to offer, and yet the way she looks down on me, attempting to be seductive… ain’t doing nothing for me.
“Can you keep a secret?” her fingers flex over the tops of my arms. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a real long time, Nyx,” she whispers.
Without waiting for me to answer, she pushes my prospect cut off my shoulders and climbs onto my lap. Her inner thighs resting on the outer-edge of mine. There are at least a dozen men downstairs that would kill to be in the position I’m in right now, and yet my cock is being picky. Comparing her to everything I want back in Castle Rock.
“Me and you are gonna have a good time, baby,” she promises, sliding her fingers under my tee and scratching over my abs. It feels irritating. I don’t want her touching me.
Her lips find their way to my neck and she slides her tongue from my collarbone to my ear.I want for it to be Ella, and I try so hard to imagine that it is.
“Mel tells me you’re fuckin’ hung,” Haven breathes against my ear. But she gets no response outta me. I’ve already decided she won’t be finding out for herself if that’s true or not.
“It’ll be nice to have some young blood. Keep pleasing Prez and I’ll bet he’ll let you have me again,” she giggles, and I’m done being polite.
I slide my hand around her throat, and she smiles back at me, hissing an excited little breath at the same time. Those seductive eyes soon turn fearful when I stand up and force her into the back of the door.
“I don’t want your overworked pussy anywhere near me. Far as I’m concerned, Prez can keep it,” I warn.Haven looks back at me confused, and my guess is the girl doesn’t get refused cock all that often.
“When we leave this room, you are gonna let Prez and everyone else downstairs think that we fucked, and if you don’t, I’ll relay to Prez everything you just said to me. Prez will replace you with another whore, and you’ll be back working the bar and entertaining Squealer to keep your nose powdered. You understand that?”
I wait until she nods back at me like a scalded little puppy before I release my grip. Stepping back, I pull a chair from the corner of the room and point for her to sit. Then laying out on the bed, I shove my hands behind my head and try and find some calm.
“You gay?” she asks, her voice a lot less confident than before. Looking up, I tip my head to the side.
“What? You don’t believe that there’s a straight guy who just doesn’t wanna fuck you?”
“Not in this universe,” she bites back, attempting to pull her pride back together.
